the Bolshevik Song (c) 1987
Words by M. Breen
Music by C. Stillwell
Horn arrangements by M. Breen

Take it easy, now
	take it slow,
there's really no place better
	for you to go.
All you have
	is what we decide to share.
Wait here for years, OK?
	We just don't care.

"We, we've had enough,
	the time has come for us to go.
All these years without
	and there's nothing here to show.
There's more to life than this!"

You want shoes?  OK!
	There's just on size.
Toilet paper rolls become
	a sacred prize.
"I've been waiting here for hours
	in the Moscow snow!
What's this line for anyway?"
"Hey!  I don't know!"

"I, I just can't take
	this total lack of human rights.
Without a clearer view
	it's much too hard to set our sights.
There's more to life than this!"